Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Earlier this summer, Mr. P and I decided we would try to do something fun as a family a few times a week. Tonight, our "family fun time" consisted of putting together a Duplo bat cave complete with  Batman and Catwoman block figures and a flying bat mobile that shoots off a "weapon" ball. We don't go "all out" every single night, but we do make it a point to spend those precious few hours between school and bedtime as a family, no matter what.

Little C loves baseball. He's currently working on mastering hitting from a slow pitch machine that he got for his 2nd birthday and he can hit the ball pretty far off of a tee with little effort. I feel like he is going to be bored when he is able to play organized tee ball because he is going to be pretty advanced. If a ball and a bat are around, that's his first choice to play with. Second would be his set of drums. Thank God for baseball.

Last night, "family fun time" took us to the Durham Bulls Athletic Park. We wanted to take him to his first baseball game but with a two year old, you never know if going out in public is a good choice. Two year old children, or two-orrists as I've affectionately come to call them, aren't known for being predictable, regular, run of the mill humans. They are the closest things to ticking time bombs that I've ever seen up close and personally. One second he's happy and eating his fruit snacks, and the next, his juice cup is all the way across the room and he's having a meltdown because we won't let him wash his hands (even though there is absolutely no reason he needs to wash his hands).

Last night's game turned out to be a great decision. We got awesome seats that were close to home plate for $12.00 a piece. Little C was free and shared our laps, so it was a pretty good night out for $24.00 (plus tax). We asked Little C if he wanted to go play (as in go to the kid's zone), and he said yes. When we started walking to the kid's zone, he said "NOOOOO! I go play out there!" and pointed to the field. I don't believe in reincarnation but if it is true, we may be raising the second generation of Babe Ruth.

It was a magical night. Little C particularly enjoyed dancing to the music they played during short game breaks, saying "CHARGE!" at the end of the jingle and laughing at the hilarious guy who was selling peanuts in the stands. It was a wonderful night, and I'm really glad he enjoyed his first game since I'm sure there will be many, many more in his future!